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Chapter 85 The Disabled Doctor Who Lost His Widow's Widow (21)

"Well, I've memorized it. I can take the test anytime."

The bodyguard in front of the door was very considerate and supported the old man who was about to fall. When he heard what his employer said, he was also a little surprised as to what was going on.
The old doctor looked the little girl up and down in front of him. Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Have you read this book before?"

Qingyao shook her head honestly: "No, it was only because my friend was injured that I remembered that I should learn."

This answer is so bizarre and out of this world!

What does it mean that you only remember to learn because your friend is hurt?

Did she think that Chinese medicine was like arithmetic? She thought she could learn it by just counting on her fingers and memorizing the multiplication table?

The old doctor was a little unconvinced!
He actually didn't believe what Qingyao said, but he wouldn't take it too seriously.

Time will tell what a person's true character is. If this girl is just being mysterious, she will only hurt herself.

The biggest taboo in Chinese medicine is to learn only a superficial understanding and then think that you are the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, deify Chinese medicine, and bring shame to others.

This is also the fundamental reason why traditional Chinese medicine has been discredited.

The old doctor didn't hesitate: "Let me check the patient's condition first, and then I'll test you, how about that?"

Qingyao had no objection.

So, when Fu Mingzhe was staring at his legs with deep hatred, the door was suddenly pushed open.

He saw a strange old man in a white coat, carrying a medicine box on his back, walking in. The look in his eyes looked like he wanted to dissect him thoroughly and study him thoroughly, which frightened Dr. Fu so much that he leaned back defensively.

If Qingyao hadn't followed in, two seconds later, Fu Mingzhe would have pressed the bell and asked someone to come in to reveal the old man's identity.

"This... Qingyao, who is he?"

Fu Mingzhe was confused.

"Doctor Su from the Chinese Medicine Clinic, come and take your pulse."

The old doctor probably realized that his eyes were too... scary for the handsome young man.

It’s not his fault!
The young man is handsome and lives in such a high-end place. If he can help him cure his illness, he will be able to get the Chinese medicine clinic for sure!
Think about the chaos in the underground shelter, his whole family depends on his golden rice bowl.

No matter how noble he is, he still has to bow down for a few pieces of silver!
Hearing that it was the traditional Chinese medicine doctor invited by Qingyao, Fu Mingzhe's sharp scrutiny was restrained a little. He cooperated by extending his wrist to let the old doctor feel his pulse.

The old doctor stroked his goatee and carefully checked with both hands again and again, with a very serious and cautious attitude.

"He wasted quite a while. It's a blessing that the operation was successful."

"From his pulse, I can tell that the medicine he used after the operation was definitely not bad, and he recovered quickly."

"But the medicine is cold, and it will cause blood stasis in the body and block the meridians."

"Chinese and Western medicines are easily in conflict with each other and should not be taken together. As the girl said, supplementing with food to replenish the qi and warm the meridians, and then massaging and unblocking him every day, conservative treatment is indeed the best choice."

Qingyao nodded, reached into her bag, took it out after a moment, and handed the small bottle in her hand to the old doctor.

"Do you think this medicinal oil is suitable for your use? Or does it need to be specially prepared?"

That bottle... Fu Mingzhe recognized it at a glance as the one he used in the RV.

The old doctor took out a magnifying glass from the medicine box, carefully looked at the sesame-sized small characters on the bottle, and nodded repeatedly: "This is actually the prescription of a senior Chinese medicine master!"

"It has everything from national medicine approval numbers to special signs for the disabled. Such good things can be obtained by a little girl... This is good, this is good!"

The old doctor returned the medicinal oil to Qingyao reluctantly: "Come on, let's go out and talk."

Fu Mingzhe looked at the slowly closing door with complicated eyes. Did she specially get such precious medicinal oil for him? The medicinal oil specially made by traditional Chinese medicine is not so easy to get.

Because of her hard work, he must stand up again and build a sky for her!

Even though he was in the hospital and could not feel the turmoil in the outside world, he could still hear the occasional gossip from the medical staff, and see the rapid changes in the underground shelter on the official website.

Every day, as he watched her go out after breakfast, he would be terrified, fearing that she would encounter a mob and be caught up in the turmoil.

Fortunately, she basically returns on time every night, and recently she comes back before dinner to have dinner with them.

Let’s talk about his physical condition.

Let’s talk about Wang Yuchen’s academic performance.

He saw it every day, but he was not satisfied.

He thought that one day he could get up early, cook for her, and go out with her.

When in danger, you can protect her behind you.

When they go home together at night, if she is tired, he can carry her on his back or hug her and give her support to the best of his ability!
Thinking of those scenes, Fu Mingzhe grabbed his useless legs tightly and stared at them again, as if to say, "If you don't get better soon, I will saw you off and replace you with a pair of mechanical legs!"

Outside, when Fu Mingzhe was threatening her legs fiercely, Qingyao was reciting the "Tangtou Gejue" from memory!
What's the point of memorizing?
If you can write it down word for word, then you have truly remembered it.

Looking at the little girl's beautiful hairpin-shaped calligraphy, which had its own unique style, Su Guorong's eyes lit up.

Nowadays, there are many young people who worship foreign things, but few of them can keep national treasures in their hearts and write beautiful calligraphy.

The old doctor felt relieved when he thought that the little girl might have some friendship with the traditional Chinese medicine doctor and saw that she could recite the "Tangtou Gejue" from memory.

He can be considered to have picked up a good seedling for free, right?
If the world had not changed and natural and man-made disasters had not continued to block the child's path, she would probably have been accepted as a disciple by the traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and how could it have been his turn?
After changing his way of thinking, the old doctor felt that he had gotten a great deal and made a profit!

The matter of accepting a disciple went quite smoothly. Qingyao was still very respectful to her teacher at this time and respectfully offered the old doctor a cup of tea.

The old doctor drank it happily.

"My disciple, please remember that my master's name is Su Guorong, and I am the 52nd generation descendant of the Su family."

"The reason why the Su family has been passed down for a hundred years is that it was interrupted for a while during a special period, and then it was revived later."

“Chinese medicine may sound boring, but it is very practical.”

"If there is a doctor in the family, it will bring blessings to five generations!"

Qingyao agreed with this statement.

Not to mention having a capable Chinese medicine doctor at home, even if you have an excellent nurse at home, you don’t have to go to the hospital if you have a headache or a fever.

Even if you go to the hospital for treatment, having someone who knows the matter with you can save you a lot of money.

After the old doctor talked for a while, at Qingyao's request, according to Fu Mingzhe's condition, he first taught her a set of massage techniques specifically for his condition.

When the two men entered the room again, Fu Mingzhe had been stripped down to his boxer briefs. He was pressed on the chopping board like a pink shrimp, and became Qingyao's practice model.

The old doctor explained patiently and Qingyao put it into practice.

Based on Qingyao's technique, the changes in the patient's skin and pulse, the old doctor was surprised to find that this girl really did not lie to him!
If she listens carefully and watches it once, she can learn about 70% of it!
No... saying it's 70% or 80% is just being modest.

This was her first time doing it, and she really replicated Su's method of clearing the meridians!

(End of this chapter)